The next morning, Delilah was seated at her aunt’s kitchen table, enjoying a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.
Her aunt, Mary, had gone for her oncology appointment, leaving Delilah alone in the apartment.
With the place to herself, she propped her phone up on the table and watched the news stream across the screen.
It didn’t take long for the story to appear: Chairman of Bayou Group Found Dead in a Gruesome Scene.
The reporter droned on, describing the "grisly discovery" and the police’s confusion over the brutal nature of the murder.
Delilah’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"Perfect execution," she thought, her pride swelling as she watched the details of the murder unravel on the broadcast.
She was still smiling when she heard a sudden knock at the door.
Her brow fur
